I wish I had a river I could skate away on

Lately, she’s been aware that things have seemed different. She doesn’t feel the darkness bearing on her anymore, the mass that threatened at times to smother her. Instead she knows what it is to feel the weightlessness that a child feels when she is skipping along without a care in the world, floating as if on clouds. It’s not all rose tinted spectacles and cotton candy though…sometimes, on one of those days, she comes across little fractures in her life that let an insidious amount of the darkness seep through. It is then that she is acutely aware of the sensation of time rushing away from her, like treacle dripping through her fingers, and she wonders if it is something that she can ever stop.